My Only Talent Ch. 47

Then the conversation got even more interesting. "So, what was Roberts doing at the Walpole Society, Ollie? I thought you had to be a certified fourth-generation English pervert to get invited to that freak show."

OHH laughed. "Walpole is all in good fun, Pliskie my boy, and these days a few people with some recently acquired titles, but long-standing kinks can get invited. But I must confess to setting that particular appearance in motion myself. We needed a believable young Walpole prospect that no one would recognize. Roberts brought his own very English sub and she was spectacular. She accomplished the mission almost single handedly and cemented the new Chunnel deal. Plus, she so impressed the Walpoles that she got invited to join herself!"

Pliskin was clearly amazed. "A single woman? That's unprecedented!"

"She's not single anymore. Before Roberts went back stateside, he introduced her to his buddy, the new Chunnel project manager, and they are about to get married! They have been to three Walpole meetings together and he fits right in, so to speak!" OHH laughed like a schoolboy. So did Pliskin. Alexander had never seen this side of him.

Pliskin decided not to tell OHH about Roberts and Jay and Millie Kincaid. He needed to find out more about that. The Ambassador was reticent to talk to Suzanne about it, but he might have to. When they ended the con, Alexander was looking at the Ambassador very strangely.

"What is it Alexander?"

He smiled mischievously. "So, tell me, 'Pliskie', what really goes on at the Walpole Society, why is the new Chunnel so important, and how the heck is Robbie Roberts involved in all this?"

"I'll tell you, but it you ever call me 'Pliskie' again, or even tell anybody about that name, you'll be our new trade rep without portfolio to Tanna Tuva, arranging tours for the throat singers. Oliver Hastings Harrison took two Spetsnaz rounds meant for me, so he can call me whatever he likes! You have not earned that yet, my young friend. But you do need to know about the Chunnel, and Walpole. I'm still figuring out exactly what Roberts is into."

They talked for another 30 minutes. Alexander was gobsmacked. This was a great job for a driven and curious guy like him. You learned the wildest things, but you sure had to keep them to yourself! He did tell the Ambassador everything he knew about Robbie Roberts and Suzanne. He got the feeling that the Ambassador knew more than he was letting on. He always did.

............

Lara was killing her law school classes and making great progress on her 'multiple marriage' project. She sought to merge purely contractual arrangements and traditional marriage. Her professors had been merciless about challenging her ideas and making her improve and extend them. She had the logical arguments and the legal milestones all laid out, but she needed some help in navigating the political waters of a journey like this. Her first thought was Millie Kincaid. Millie was impressed with her ideas, and saw how they could help Jay get ahead, too.

............

Chrissy once again set the tone for their upcoming date. "Okay you two wonderful guys, on our first third date, there are some special ground rules."

Roger was curious. "What do you mean first third date?"

She giggled. They were beginning to really love that sound. "Well, we will have a second third date after this one, with different rules. But for our first third date, I am going to do a little strip tease for you, and then you boys can take second base and third base, but you both have to leave all your clothes on. Understood?"

Khalan was feeling this. "So, we can use or hands and our mouths only? Doesn't that seem a little one sided?"

She giggled even more. "Deliberately! It will let me see how unselfish and giving you two are. If you both do well, I will be very giving on our second third date, where I will leave all my clothes on, but you boys will strip for me! ¿Comprenden muchachos?"

Khalan looked uneasy. "I'm not sure I want to be naked around Roger, here."

Roger laughed. "Hey man, if you can't compete, you can't complete!"

That pissed Khalan off, but Chrissy intervened. "Not a zero-sum game, fellas! Frankly, if you cannot be comfortable with all of us being naked eventually, what's the point?"

That they understood.

............

Carmencita had learned what she could about Mike Livingston, and now she had to complete his rehab plan. She discovered a new basic principle to watch out for. She also learned as much about Suzanne Pliskin as she did about her husband Mike. How to use it all she was still struggling with. Just as Alexander could not be hypnotized, Mike could never be sexually dominated. Torture him, even kill him, but he would never submit sexually. She had rehabbed some SEALs that had passed out from their injuries, and almost died in the field, but they would never 'ring the bell' as they put it. Mike's sexual identify was like that. Despite her trying many times, Mike would never let Suzanne dominate him, in fact, he spanked and totally dominated her every time she tried, and that made her fall in love with him. As long as he did not submit, she would love him more than any other. Suzanne had told Mike all about Robbie Roberts, and Mike had gradually revealed it all to Carmencita.

Suzanne was an immensely powerful personality. But like everyone, she just wanted to be loved. But for her, a man had to totally dominate her to prove he loved her. In her mind, if a man submitted to her, even if he just did it because he thought it would please her, he did not consider her attractive enough to be worth dominating. Carmencita understood Suzanne's fascination with Alexander now. He was one of the most physically and intellectually powerful men Suzanne had ever met, and she wanted him to dominate her completely to prove her worthy of his love. But he was temporarily vulnerable, hors de combat, and she took advantage of that to dominate him. What she really wanted was him to jump up and dominate her, to show he was attracted to her, but that never happened. When she approached him in his White House job, after months of no attention from either Robbie or Mike, she was secretly hoping he would turn the tables and dominate her, the only way she felt loved and truly satisfied.

Carmencita reluctantly lost most of her burning hatred for Suzanne when she realized how conflicted her emotions were, and what a bad spot she was in. If Mike never fully recovered, Suzanne would never feel loved again, and likely be desperately unhappy for the rest of her life. Much as Carmencita might like to see Suzanne suffer, her basic ethics demanded that she make Mike Livingston whole again if she could. In a sense, she would have to rehab Suzanne too. Suzanne felt bad about the way she had treated Robbie Roberts, to the extent that she told Mike all about it. Mike had forgiven all that, but Carmencita suspected Suzanne had not forgiven herself for it. Would Roberts? Would they ever even see each other again?

Carmencita also knew her sexually connected techniques needed to be documented and shared with the agency, but she wanted to leave Alexander and his kinks, and for that matter hers, out of it all. How could she demonstrate the method's effectiveness to the powers that be without involving their personal life? She began to do some serious thinking.

............

I was settling into my new routine in Cambridge and taking on some new duties. In addition to the Lamaze classes, I was learning to grocery shop, mostly at the Whole Foods on Prospect, and to be Nora's sous chef, prepping all the stuff she would need to work her magic and make dinner when she got home. If I got everything ready, she could get dinner into the oven or her instant pot in 20 minutes or less, surprising me with the wide variety of things she could create. It also made me begin to learn all the recipes and her cooking techniques. I also discovered a wide variety of backrubs and caresses I could bestow on her while she worked at the kitchen island or sink. I became quite skilled at timing things properly, so that when the lid on the instant pot sealed, or the oven door closed, she was wet and ready for me. I also learned to time things such that our activity came to a climax, literally, just before the timer dinged to signal that dinner was ready. Domestic efficiency, project manager style.

Her pregnancy had not diminished her sexual appetite, and in fact had increased it. She had hormonal episodes, like all pregnant women do, I had learned, and they were sometimes unpleasant, but sometimes they drove her to be delightfully kinky. She had some amazing dreams, or perhaps just made up wild stories for my benefit, that really got my motor running. She would sometimes send me out at night to fulfill her sudden desire for an ice cream sandwich, or a mustard pretzel, but she also would sometimes wake me and frantically fellate me, professing a hunger for a quick protein supplement. She also developed an almost addiction to back and thigh rubs punctuated with periods of devoted ass worship. It was the least I could do, and a hell of a lot of fun. She also demanded that I regale her with racy stories of my own, to get her worked up.

I discovered that being busy and sexually satisfied at home somehow made me more attractive to women, at least to those that shopped at Whole Foods. There was grocery store the Westlake area of Austin that was famous for cougars in yoga pants, and the same sort of things happened here, with a few different details. At the 'HEB yoga pants' in Austin, there were lots of trophy wives sporting expensive plastic surgery and jewelry and looking for attention to validate their attractiveness. At the Whole Foods up here, it was a younger and more intellectual crowd, sporting piercings and tats instead, and looking to find some complementary kinksters. I would use the actual flirting approaches I experienced there as a jumping off point for erotic stories for Nora's benefit.

I dutifully reported these interactions to Nora, who at first did not believe my lurid descriptions. She finally came to the store with me, got her own cart, and observed from a distance. She rapidly concluded that I was not exaggerating. She developed her own perverse little story game to titillate me, making up hypothetical hotties who, if a real person who matched their description approached me, I would have to proposition and try to bring home. They were unlikely, but strangely hot, and perhaps a window into Nora's unbalanced hormonal state. I kept a mental list of the cast of characters to be on the lookout for: a buff female body builder with a tattoo of a cross, a butch but tiny Asian girl with garishly dyed hair, a blonde woman taller than me with a pierced tongue and/or eyelid, and a hot Jewish girl with huge breasts and a prominent nose. I was diligent, but not really expecting the criteria to be satisfied. Still, it did make me a much more observant shopper.

.........

Khalan King was surprised when a text message came in from Roger. "We need to talk about Chrissy!"

He agreed. Roger should drop out. "When?"

"Thursday lunch noon at the Union café"

"OK"

When he got there, Roger was sitting in the same damn booth they had first met Chrissy in. "So, Roger, what's on your mind?"

"Team meeting, man!"

"What?"

"I don't know about you, but Chrissy is by far the hottest female I have ever been near, much less touched! The very idea of what she could do for us at Lakeway every weekend has changed my whole outlook on life! Even if I take off 50% for having to share her with you, she's still far and away the best."

Khalan smiled and nodded, "Yeah, I can't argue with that."

"We need to set a common goal and work as a team to reach it!"

"What should the goal be?"

"To make her so happy and satisfied with us that she doesn't even think about any other guys and fucks our brains out every weekend until she graduates!"

Khalan grinned. "You are smarter than you look, Roger! I agree. But what's the plan?"

"Just like football, man, we emphasize our strengths and de-emphasize our weaknesses, and call the right plays to get our best match ups."

"Okay, what are our weaknesses?"

"We are both relatively inexperienced compared to her, I think, and if we don't coordinate our actions well, we will collide with each other and look clumsy. That's got to be a turn off for her."

"Yeah, I buy that. Strengths?"

"There are two of us. We can do two things at once and take turns doing other things. I think she can wear us both out, but what a way to go!"

Khalan giggled. "Okay, man. I have been watching some online threesome videos and I have some ideas, but the main thing we have to do is find out what floats her boat! Oh, and there may be a bonus prize here too!"

"What do you mean?"

"Why to do you think she introduced us to Joyce? Did Joyce dance close and clingy with you too? Doesn't Joyce really light up when she looks at Chrissy?"

Roger thought about it. "You mean they..."

"I sure hope so!"

"Dayum!"

"Let's make up a playbook. Moves we can signal each other to do without her noticing. Maybe set up like some zone reads, you feel me?"

"Okay. Here's what we do......"

.........

Carmencita had formalized her sexual interrogation techniques and wrote up a 'white paper' on their potential uses, all without referring to Alexander or their relationship. The one-page executive summary would certainly get attention. But who did she start to make her case to? Surely there were operatives that were placed in sexual situations and damaged as a result, but Carmencita wasn't cleared to know about them.

The only route she could see was through the psychiatrist that had called her in to dress her down about the stink she raised about hypnosis not being used on high value field operatives. He had clearance, and the background to understand her new proposed techniques, and probably knew many patients who could be helped. She sent him a flagged email, with her white paper attached and encrypted for his eyes only. Maybe he would not ignore it.

.........

The drive out to Lakeway was suspenseful, to say the least. Roger and Khalan had discussed their new playbook, with restrictions for the rules of the 'first third date' and recommitted to their determination to rock Chrissy's world. Khalan had researched the threesome videos for the mechanical choreography ideas, but Roger had been more subtle, researching some psychological literature. He used the last few minutes of the drive to apply that knowledge.

"Chrissy, you know that Khalan and I really care about you, right?"

"That's nice to hear."

"We are going to dedicate ourselves to pleasing you. We want you to know that this is something completely private between the three of us. We will never talk about this with anyone else. It's our wonderful secret!"

Chrissy felt good all over.

"We both are going to stop trying to compete with each other and just do our best to please you. We think that will result in you doing your best to please us.

Chrissy felt wet all over. She soon was quite wet between her legs.

They kissed every part of her, never colliding with each other and never failing to ramp up the stimulation. One kissed her mouth and one her pussy, one her breasts and one her mouth, and then they switched and switched again, driving her mad. She squirmed up against them, and they patiently worked her. Up and down, left and right, totally uninhibited and nasty. They both kissed her with faces dripping with her juices, they both sucked on her nipples and gently bit her butt cheeks. She completely lost all sense of time, and had no idea how many orgasms she had, at least a half dozen. She would shake and vibrate, and they would hug her and hold her still for moment, and then start working her again.

When they started using their strong fingers on her, it was like a rocket to the moon. One would hold her thighs open while the other frigged her, and then they would cheer together when she squirted, kiss her wetness, and then switch places. When she was completely spent, they seemed to sense it, and just hugged her, one on each side, kissing her cheeks sweetly.

She could not imagine it being any better. But then she remembered something. She pulled them both closer.

"I'm going to keep you two to myself for a while, until I can make sure you know how much I care about you. I promise our second third date will be something you never forget. But then, after a while, we might all try to rock Joyce's world together."

.........

Steven Byers had regular medical checkups, despite his undercover status in a very sensitive role with Pliskin's daughter, as any high value operative did. They were mainly screenings to detect problems early -- usually responses to stress like drug use, blood pressure problems, depression, and the like. Occasionally, the doctors would notice a mood change, or a new and undesirable psychological affect, something that made them worry about the operative's mental state. There were reporting mechanisms to signal things up the chain of command if required.

But Ambassador Pliskin had put a flag on Steven's file, and the first notice came to him, not Steven's 'official' supervisor. Now the Ambassador was worried, too. He arranged to meet Steven at The Pig at Logan Circle for a little BBQ, but he soon lost his appetite. There was something going on with Steven. Something was very wrong. The plucky special forces guy was going downhill. There was only one psychiatrist at the agency he could trust to evaluate Steven, and he set that in motion.

.........

Kevin's forecast was on the money, and Big Bones' football season ended with the last regularly scheduled game. He was just a spectator for the playoffs. He had been pining for Chrissy and so far, had no luck finding her. He had not taken any drugs or been with a single groupie since he was with Chrissy. The last time he sublimated his sex drive was when he was 15, but this year he had his best second half of the season ever, and his agent said it was time to renegotiate and extend his contract.

He got a referral to a private investigator to call to begin to search for Chrissy, at a hefty hourly rate. He planned a party at his house at Barton Creek, and invited Kevin and told him to bring all his friends. Maybe one of them had a connection to Chrissy. He had an email list of people who he had partied with at the condo, and he used it to invite them, forgetting that Robbie Roberts was on it, too. Robbie took the occasion to call him, and maybe have a little fun with him.

"Big Bones, it's Robbie Roberts. Too bad about missing the playoffs. Kevin tells me you are looking for some information.

The irrepressible Big Bones Jones almost sounded shy. "Well, I don't know how to say this, but I want to get a phone number of a lady I think you know. A petite dirty blonde named Chrissy. I met her at the condo when I think you were in Boston."

"Yes. She is a wonderful young lady and I am proud to call her my friend. I will give you her number, but she is special, you know. You cannot treat her like most girls. In fact, she is completely unique. I really care about her, Big Bones."

"She's not your fiancé or anything, right?"

"No. We are just remarkably close. I am up in Boston now until the end of the summer, in fact, and I am getting married, but not to Chrissy, and becoming a father, although I am not exactly sure about the order yet. I'll send you an invite to the wedding."

"Hey thanks, man!"